Friday, November 11, 2005

An abrupt exit out of hell.

I got canned last night.

I haven't spoken a lot about my job, because I (and the rest of us) quickly realized these whores barely needed a reason to get you fired. Turns out, they don't need any reason at all! After a number of my friends have been fired for extremely tenuous reasons, I got a call last night at 10:30 saying my services were no longer needed. No matter that they continue to hire new people and will undoubtably hire a replacement for me. They gave no explanation to me or my staffing agency. I called the agency this morning and demanded a reason, because I've consistantly been one of their best workers and not once has anyone one of those fucking cowards approached me about any sort of personal problem with me. They'll take retribution on anyone, and my co-workers have their suspicions that they did it to break up the dynamic at our table. I guess they did a good job, because I went down there to have lunch with everyone and they said it's like a funeral in there today. The new guy who was put in the seat next to me freaked out this morning, after meeting me yesterday and noticing that in one afternoon I did more than the quota for the day and yet, was let go anyway, thus giving him his first lesson about this environment. I feel bad for him, cause I know what he's in for. The worst part is that he's pretty attractive, which means he's going to have that skank lawyer's rack and her nasty hair (which she must have flat-ironed in sections after putting a gallon of palmade in it) in his face for the rest of his time there. Yay sexual harassment!

My friends are doing their best sleuth work today to see if there's a story behind it, but it's unlikely to be a good one. One of the lawyers is apparently acting very nervous and trying to be everyone's best friend today, apparently she's even left everything on my desk still (usually that's how we know someone's been fired, the lawyers clear the boxes off their desk), as if everyone doesn't know what happened. That's the thing, because this job has been utter hell, my co-workers and I have become brothers/sisters-in-arms, so they're not going to fall for their shit. They gave me a card at lunch, in the shape of a headstone that says "RIP Heather" which everyone signed with things like "those bitches will get what's coming!" and little drawings of our office in flames. They joked about getting some candles and putting a little shrine on my desk as a (sort of) joke, and making little headstones to put on everyone's desk who's been fired. It'd look like effing Arlington in there.

Anyway, my staffing agency doesn't take the lawyers seriously anymore, so they're going to see if there's another project for me. I think I'm going to take the week off because I have jury duty next Wednesday and I find out about the bar on Friday. If I pass, maybe they can find me some attorney positions. Everyone says, and I tend to agree, that this is a blessing in disguise. Money's going to be tight for awhile, but I'm not sad about the job. I'm really going to miss seeing my friends everyday, but a few of them are my friends for life now, and the rest I'll continue to see at our happy hours. I'm more upset that those unprofessional whores keep getting away with this, than anything else.

Guess I bet work on my cover letters!

9 Comments:

At 3:23 PM, November 11, 2005, Blogger Saucy Lil' Tart said...

That is completely bunk. Okay, I do not understand the world. Not like I did before, but wtf? You're doing over quota and they sack you? Um, hello? How counterintuitive is that? Good business strategy. I'm sure your agency will find something else for you to do, should you so desire. Besides, you're passing the bar next week, so you'll be a lawyer by then anyways ;)

 
At 7:36 PM, November 11, 2005, Blogger maisnon said...

I'm sorry to hear it .... and I'm happy for you? Getting canned kinda bites, even if you hate the job. But - you're right, something better will come along.

 
At 8:49 PM, November 11, 2005, Anonymous eve said...

I second Maisnon's sentiment... the fired thing sucks in the short term, but at least you'll still have your soul and self-respect for getting the heck out of there!!

I once worked at a place very similar; I called it Hell, Inc. I truly believe that they pumped Pure Malevolent Evil in through the air vents. One of my co-workers had a similar experience - she worked from 8-4:50pm, at 4:50pm she was told publicly and very unceremoniously by the HR Manager that "there was no longer a place for her at the company." 4:35: place for you at the company - yes. 4:50: place for you at the company, nope. What a difference 15 minutes makes.

 
At 10:59 PM, November 11, 2005, Blogger jm said...

Cheers to your parole from hell! I'm drinking a Maker's Mark and Coke in your honor. If you were anywhere nearby right now, I would totally share my bottle of Maker's. And I don't give up good whisky for just anybody...you've got to tell good jokes. :)

 
At 12:45 AM, November 12, 2005, Blogger Heather said...

you guys are great. eve - your 15 minute comment made me laugh out loud, cause that's exactly how it is.

 
At 1:15 AM, November 12, 2005, Blogger Saucy Lil' Tart said...

Weirdly enough, I like Maker's. I know this may sound sacrilegious, but have you tried it with Dr. Pepper? It's really freaking good.

 
At 9:51 AM, November 12, 2005, Blogger Kelly said...

Wow, this sounds oddly familiar. There haven't been a rash of firings at my job, but a couple of temps have been let go for lack of work, supposedly. Lack of work? Really? That's why a new temp is coming in next week and the boss requested 15-20 hours of overtime from us for the months of November and December?

It's amazing what having an insane boss can do for worker solidarity. Power to the people!

So sorry, though. I hope you find something soon!

 
At 4:36 PM, November 12, 2005, Blogger G. said...

I'm happy for you that you don't have to go in there anymore, but sorry that you didn't get the choice of timing when to leave... or the satisfaction of quitting in some sort of spectacular scene where you get to tell them all to fuck off.

Husband has gotten fired or laid off 3 or 4 times now (he can be kind of a pain in the ass) and every single time he ended up with a better job that he wouldn't have even been looking for if he had stayed at his previous job. I'm sure that's what will happen to you too!

 
At 11:27 PM, November 12, 2005, Blogger jm said...

Lil Saucy, have you ever tried beer mixed with Root Beer Schnapps? I know that it sounds horrid, but the taste is DIVINE. Heather, I suggest that you try this taste sensation next week during your free time. After you write the cover letters, of course. :)

 

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